His orange Subaru sticks out like a sore thumb among the other cars in the parking garage.
After checking the time on my dash, I pull my ski mask down and grab my bat.
Given Tommy lives in a low-budget complex, the one and only security camera was a breeze to dismantle.
Doesn’t mean someone won’t roll up on me, though, so I have to make this shit quick.
I go for the hatchback window first before moving on to the windshield and the side windows.
But I’m not finished yet.
After pulling the lever for the gas cap, I reach into the pocket of my hoodie and take out the liter bottle of water and empty it into the tank.
Then I unzip my pants and piss in it.
Now you’re stranded too, motherfucker.
